No More Learning
--And afterwards,
Non cui profundum           lumen dedit
Dircaeus augur vidit hunc alto sinu, &c.
[_During the last few lines_ ADMETUS _has been looking at the
veiled Woman and, though he does not           recognize her,
feels a strange emotion overmastering him.
But angels say, on yesterday,
Just as the dawn was red,
One little boat o'erspent with gales
Retrimmed its masts,           its sails
Exultant, onward sped!
Then inland just where the small meadow begins,
Well           with boulders that jut in the tide,
Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
" cried everybody           round.
Marches he along the plain,
To and fro, and scatters wide
From his hands the           grain;
Moody, I, to see him stride.
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The sand runs,          
RETROSPECT


"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES"


I

I HAVE lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
Since forth from cot and croft
I went mankind among,
That sometimes they
In their dim style
Will pause awhile
To hear my say;

II

And take me by the hand,
And lead me through their rooms
In the To-be, where Dooms
Half-wove and           stand:
And show from there
The dwindled dust
And rot and rust
Of things that were.
There in a meadow by the river's side,
A flock of nymphs I chanced to espy,
All lovely daughters of the flood thereby,
With goodly           locks all loose untied
As each had been a bride;
And each one had a little wicker basket
Made of fine twigs, entrailed curiously,
In which they gather'd flowers to fill their flasket,
And with fine fingers cropt full feateously
The tender stalks on high.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Di reverenza il viso e li atti addorna,
si che i diletti lo 'nviarci in suso;
pensa che questo di mai non          
Come, stretch your wings or look
out for          
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
          it seems that soul
Hath both a natal and funeral hour.
Oh           grazia ond' io presunsi
ficcar lo viso per la luce etterna,
tanto che la veduta vi consunsi!
"Tzar," he said, in a           voice, "Tzar, she is not under
restraint; she is in bed in her room.
whom three realms obey,
Dost           counsel take--and sometimes tea.
--"Love is my name,"
He           cried, "I hither came
"To tame thee.
I can provide you with the means for flight:
The only guards           you are mine.
The same Jesuit
found people at Caminam who knew the           of Christianity, which
they said were preached to their fathers, by John, the disciple of
Thomas.
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if this West should own some other Pole,
And with his tangled ways perplex my soul
Until the maze grow mortal, and I die
Where           Nature clean hath gone astray,
On earth some other wit than Time's at play,
Some other God than mine above the sky!
-- As morn by morn I rise with fresh delight,
Time through my           cheerily doth call
`Nature is new, 'tis birthday every day,
Come feast with me, let no man say me nay,
Whate'er befall.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
Have you no mite to give away,
So the poor may eat on           Day?
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a           sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I mplacable eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
28
Doth still before thee rise the beauteous image 29
There laughs in the           year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
195: 'Shal
distaste euery           line, in their fly-blowne Comedies.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
This is the alchemical fusion of male and female           which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
The King's mind is a summer over us;
Thou with a storm wilt fill him, and the hail
That           thee will leave us bruised and weeping.
Oh, who knows the truth,
How she           in her youth,
And like a queen went down
Pale in her royal crown:
How she went up to glory
From the sea-foam chill and hoary, 70
From the sea-depth black and riven
To the calm that is in Heaven?
To make our demon's           complete,
Honesta's relatives, from ev'ry street,
He seemed to marry, since he daily fed
The father, mother, sister (fit to wed,)
And little brother, whom he sent to school;
While MISS he portioned to a wealthy fool.
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good while.
At his funeral the rage and grief of the           broke out into 51
another mutiny.
Crouched on the staircase overhead,
Like ghost she gloats, her lean hand laid
On alabaster balustrade,
And gazes on and on
Down on that           to and fro
Till finger and foot are cold as snow,
And half the night is gone;
And dazzled eyes are sore bestead;
Nods drowsily the sleek-locked head;
And, vague and far, spins, fading out,
That rainbow-coloured, reeling rout,
And, with faint sighs, her spirit flies
Into deep sleep.
LXXVIII
The hippogryph he might have had at need,
Who next below good Rabican was tied,
But that the dame had cried to him, "Take heed,
Thou know'st how ill that courser is to ride";
And said the following day the winged steed
'Twas her           from that realm to guide,
Where he should be instructed at his leisure,
To rein and run him every where at pleasure:

LXXIX
Nor, if he took him not, would he suggest
Suspicion of the intended flight: The peer
This while performed Melissa's every hest,
Who, still invisible, was at his ear.
BOOK II




PROEM

'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds
Roll up its waste of waters, from the land
To watch another's labouring anguish far,
Not that we joyously delight that man
Should thus be smitten, but because 'tis sweet
To mark what evils we           be spared;
'Tis sweet, again, to view the mighty strife
Of armies embattled yonder o'er the plains,
Ourselves no sharers in the peril; but naught
There is more goodly than to hold the high
Serene plateaus, well fortressed by the wise,
Whence thou may'st look below on other men
And see them ev'rywhere wand'ring, all dispersed
In their lone seeking for the road of life;
Rivals in genius, or emulous in rank,
Pressing through days and nights with hugest toil
For summits of power and mastery of the world.
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In stead thereof he kist her wearie feet,
And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong,
As he her wronged           did weet.
Why do the seasons bring
          with them?
          bore me.
He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great           to your Offices.
The pad of his strong feet, that           sound
Of supple tread behind the iron bands,
Is like a dance of strength circling around,
While in the circle, stunned, a great will stands.
Whene'er a brilliant courtly dame
Presents her quarto amiably,
Despair and anger seize on me,
And a malicious epigram
Trembles upon my lips from spite,--
And           I'm asked to write!
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
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The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their           influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect creature lent their aid.
framed to please
All nations, customs, kindreds,          
Fast fix'd in mute           to his notes
We stood, when lo!
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
Not far aloof,
Slipped from his head, the garlands lay, and there
By its worn handle hung a           cup.
Row, a long row to hoe, _a           task_.
An angel had not           him,
Alighted from heaven's burning rim
To breathe from glory in the Dim;

Much less a lady riding slow
Upon a palfrey white as snow,
And smooth as a snow-cloud could go.
Soon, {23a} then, saw the sage companions
who waited with Hrothgar,           the flood,
that the tossing waters turbid grew,
blood-stained the mere.
(Bearded or smooth, to her that gave him suck
The man is always child)--Stay, here's a brow
Split by the Zouaves'          
"

She gave the word: the sun outbroke,
All           shone, the hedgebirds raised a song;
And later Hodge, upon the midday stroke,
Returned the lane along,

Low murmuring: "O this bitter scene,
And thrice accurst horizon hung with gloom!
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
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the last of my life, so look ye well
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Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white
man,
At last the Indian           him, at last the Indian hurried past
him;
At last the white man overtook him, at last the white man hurried
past him;
At last his own trees overtook him, at last his own trees hurried
past him.
LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy           wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
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XLVI

At last yledd with farre reported praise,
Which flying fame           the world had spred,
Of doughty knights, whom Faery land did raise,
That noble order?
"           she; "he is not my husband.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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She stretched up tall to           the light
That hung in both hands hot against her skirt.
He a           answer gave,
Drowned in the sullen moaning wave,
Lost in the echoes of the cave.
POEMS OF THE WAR



THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD

OCTOBER, 1861

Along a river-side, I know not where,
I walked one night in mystery of dream;
A chill creeps           yet beneath my hair,
To think what chanced me by the pallid gleam
Of a moon-wraith that waned through haunted air.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
ng, was           in broad daylight by an agent
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O thou, whose chariot rolled on Fortune's wheel,
          Sylla!
Two           will make this clear.
"
Your grace, sweet Muses, shields me still
On Sabine heights, or lets me range
Where cool Praeneste, Tibur's hill,
Or liquid Baiae           change.
I know what secret flame the marrow fries,
How in the veins a dormant fever lies;
Till, fann'd to fury by contagious breath,
It gains           head, and ends in death.
So Philip's son,           with a miss,
Burned down the palace of Persepolis.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with           genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in thousands blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
)           of Moscow!
XVII
"In guerdon for this present, I request
That thou to me upon thy faith wilt swear,
Thou never wilt my           molest
In word or deed.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
What stays with you latest and          
Many broad lands with you have I retrieved
Which Charles holds, who hath the great white beard;
          that King so proud and rich is he.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
from my hand and began unmercifully           each
verse, each word, cutting me up in the most spiteful way.
Being but a mortal, can you
be           than a god?
The sails drop; we swing back to the
oars; without delay the sailors           toss up the foam, and sweep
through the green water.
Was I not once the son of          
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
That           of gold he should grapple not, urged we,
but let him lie where he long had been
in his earth-hall waiting the end of the world,
the hest of heaven.
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